March 19, 2013

Spring Interruption

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Spring break (or, as my drama prof calls it, "Spring Interruption") is upon us, and my gypsy feet
(As seen above clad in my favourite burlap Toms. Which are awesome. Just sayin')
Have taken me to Zionsville, Indiana with Wyatt ("The Tall One"), Hillary ("Radish"), and- by proxy- Ruthie ("Rutabaga").
"What does one do over Spring Break?" You might ask...
Well, the answer is obvious.
You sleep.
A lot.
And when you wake up, you check your phone and Facebook, turn over, and sleep some more.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Of course, you can't sleep all day (or at least I haven't figured out a way to do so without heavy medication stimulants), so in those short, horrific bouts of cognitive awareness that come during in-between-nap-times, you go on adventures about Downtown Zionsville.
This town has so much quaint-ish charm.
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I love the colour-combinations of this building. As if red and yellow weren't already the happiest of hues, when you throw in brick, wrought-iron fences, and green-shuttered white windows, the effect is pure, visual joy.
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I really wish I knew how to take good photos. Instead I take these elementary little snaps that give me headaches of frustration. Someday I shall own a nifty SLR camera and photoshop. And at some point after that, I shall posses the know-how to actually operate both. And then...and then my elementary snaps shall be slightly-better photographs. I also expect that, by the time I can afford a nice SLR camera (Canon Rebel, anyone?), I shall also have a large mansion, life-size of replicas of the Tardis and a Dalek, and a team of private genetic zoologists and scientists working on creating a real unicorn. Until then, I choose to dream.
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Of course we ended up at a yarn shop.
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Ruthie ("Rutabaga"), and Hillary ("Radish") lurking in the background.
And when we're not adventuring, we're making pizza...
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...Having tea parties...
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...practicing my lines for "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown"...
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...And having thrifty adventures.
We are three-peas-in-a-pod, the bee's-knees.
Or, in this case, our knees.
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And then I found this most amazing, niftiest-of-nifty mugs that has a tea bag pocket on the side.
I feel like this is a sign that my life is somehow complete (even if I didn't get that unicorn, mansion, camera, or spare-home in Europe), and I can now die in peace.
Tomorrow we're to pop off to the Indianapolis Museum of Art, and I will partake of Chipotle for the first time. I'm not entirely certain which I'm more excited about. Probably the IMA. Probably.
In the mean time, I'm off to go teach The Rutabaga how to knit socks, and then (you guessed it), more sleep.
Cheerio!
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2 comments:

Sarah Michelle said...

It sounds like you're having a lovely break! It's always good to be home again in Indiana! Alas, I won't get to see her until the end of June, but it makes me all the more excited for summer! (As if the warm weather wasn't incentive enough!)

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